collaging is an art, really
February 13, 2003 11:52 p.m.
Jennie's art sprawls across our floor, she sits surrounded by bits of construction paper, broken gluesticks, and tiny snippets of paper, her face shining with pure joy, engrossed in her art. The rest of us sprawl about the room like her art supplies, each contributing to a pretty picture of our own. She explains each tidbit of the collage to us; socks, soap, and lyrics form a snapshot of her relationship that speaks more than any words could. In the background, the music plays and we hit repeat again and again as the night goes on. The people come and go, replacing each other with a fluidity more seamless than time itself, and the mood remains unbroken. My amateurish photographs become more than possible in her hands, taking on a life of their own and making her look more beautiful in them each time I see them. We watch, enthralled as it finally comes together. Dozens of separate images now made into one whole. Just like her relationship.
Beautiful Jennie
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